h g Hppppy sd Farrers DAY
afsvuqirabk asjlnbuiqw
[What is that? You call that typing?]
{I’m trying, I’m trying!}
ddear Dad,,
[Oh, for the love of - get your sleeves off the keyboard. Face it, you don't have fingers, you CAN'T TYPE!]
[Look, let me have a shot at it.]
{What, you’re going to do better? You haven’t got any fingers either, just wide toes.}
[Well, what about the gloves?]
(Um, we’re fingerless . . . )
hhhaa0-y ffsdthrhe
{*sigh* Okay, I can’t type. I give up.}
(Hey, what about VisiKnit? She handles computer text all the time!)
<You called?>
[We're trying to write him a father's day letter. Would you mind giving it a shot?]
<Not a problem.>
Dear David,
Happy Father’s Day!
Love,
Kilt Hose
Shifty Socks
Hobo gloves
Sweater Project Sweater
VisiKnit
[Yay!]
{Huzzah!}
(Shit, he’s waking up! Everyone, back in the dresser!)
. . . this is the *last* time I leave my keyboard unlocked, even at home.
June 18th, 2007 at 10:25 pm
Is there a reason someone would be wishing you HFD?
June 18th, 2007 at 11:35 pm
Don’t you love it when your fo’s want to say hfd? And people looked at me odd when the pup gave me a hmd card this year.
nice to know that they know about the facts of life - or at least who dad is!
June 20th, 2007 at 12:39 pm
Now that is love for you.
June 24th, 2007 at 4:11 pm
ROFL. That was too funny.